She Is Coming, My Life, My Fate...

She is coming, my life, my fate...
                           -Lord Tennyson
这是麦兜&麦唛系列-恐龙恋曲http://www.douban.com/subject/1007552/ 里书的第一页白纸上的2行浅粉色的字.我第一次看到就惊了:She is coming, my life, my fate...在我心中只不过是把She换成了He,那种欲言又止的内心撼动,那种似是歌词里"Take my hand, Take my whole life too"的感觉,我一直念念不忘.今天找到了Lord Tennyson这首诗的全部~
那句很有名的:It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 也是Alfred Lord Tennyson这部诗集里的!


Come Into the Garden, Maud 　　
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
　　
    Come into the garden, Maud,
　　For the black bat, Night, has flown,
　　Come into the garden, Maud,
　　I am here at the gate alone;
　　And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
　　And the musk of the roses blown.
　　
　　For a breeze of morning moves,
　　And the planet of Love is on high,
　　Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
　　On a bed of daffodil sky,
　　To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
　　To faint in his light, and to die.
　　
　　All night have the roses heard
　　The flute, violin, bassoon;
　　All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d
　　To the dancers dancing in tune:
　　Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
　　And a hush with the setting moon.
　　
　　I said to the lily, “There is but one
　　With whom she has heart to be gay.
　　When will the dancers leave her alone?
　　She is weary of dance and play.“
　　Now half to the setting moon are gone,
　　And half to the rising day;
　　Low on the sand and loud on the stone
　　The last wheel echoes away.
　　
　　I said to the rose, “The brief night goes
　　In babble and revel and wine.
　　O young lordlover, what sighs are those
　　For one that will never be thine?
　　But mine, but mine,“ so I sware to the rose,
　　“For ever and ever, mine.“
　　
　　And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
　　As the music clash’d in the hall;
　　And long by the garden lake I stood,
　　For I heard your rivulet fall
　　From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
　　Our wood, that is dearer than all;
　　
　　From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
　　That whenever a March-wind sighs
　　He sets the jewelprint of your feet
　　In violets blue as your eyes,
　　To the woody hollows in which we meet
　　And the valleys of Paradise.
　　
　　The slender acacia would not shake
　　One long milk-bloom on the tree;
　　The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
　　As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
　　But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
　　Knowing your promise to me;
　　The lilies and roses were all awake,
　　They sigh’d for the dawn and thee.
　　
　　Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
　　Come hither, the dances are done,
　　In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
　　Queen lily and rose in one;
　　Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
　　To the flowers, and be their sun.
　　
　　There has fallen a splendid tear
　　From the passion-flower at the gate.
　　She is coming, my dove, my dear;
　　She is coming, my life, my fate;
　　The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;“
　　And the white rose weeps, “She is late;“
　　The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;“
　　And the lily whispers, “I wait.“
　　
　　She is coming, my own, my sweet;
　　Were it ever so airy a tread,
　　My heart would hear her and beat,
　　Were it earth in an earthy bed;
　　My dust would hear her and beat,
　　Had I lain for a century dead;
　　Would start and tremble under her feet,
　　And blossom in purple and red.